Novel & Cerita The Secret Garden Novel

"Why not. Come on…" Aiden pushed Catherine's wheelchair towards the large front yard of his house. Apart from the fountain, there is also a very beautiful flower garden. Aiden took Catherine to the flower garden, where only the garden lights illuminated it and the moonlight in the sky. "Can you and I adjust to the air here?" he asked. "Yes, I think we can. This garden is very beautiful! exclaimed Catherine. "Yes. "This is my late mother's favorite garden," said Aiden, sighing. "Actually, he's not evil; he's just too obsessed with wealth and high positions. Actually, he is so affectionate."

He had searching to do. "Where is mother?" he asked one of their domestic helps who bowed before he replied, "In the backyard, Alpha". He nodded in acknowledgement before making his way to the backyard. It was Frieda's haven as she had made her own 'Secret Garden' there. Unlike in the novel where Mr.Craven had locked the garden and buried the key after his wife's death devastated him, Luna Frieda liked to show off her garden in the backyard to anyone who visited their place. Why she called it 'secret garden' was a mystery to him, even to this day. As he had predicted, his mother was tending to some plants with utmost care. Thankfully, his father was nowhere to be seen.

he declared, his commitment to his duty unwavering. Suppressing a triumphant smile, I nodded in agreement, knowing that his presence would serve as the perfect cover for my true intentions. With Knight by my side, we made our way through the sprawling estate, past manicured lawns and fragrant blossoms, until we reached the entrance to the secret garden. As we stepped into the lush oasis, a symphony of vibrant colors and intoxicating scents enveloped us. My eyes darted around, searching for the perfect opportunity to execute my plan. And there it was—a narrow path that wound deeper into the foliage, promising an escape from the watchful eyes of my protectors.

A secret garden. The unused garden at the back of the palace was used by Erwin to create the "secret garden". To block the winter air, he fenced the empty lot with glass and covered the roof with red-painted wood. In the small garden enclosed by glass, many colorful and fragrant flowers were planted by Erwin, including jasmine, pansies, lilies, tulips, and others that only bloomed at night. He did all of this for Anna, knowing that she loves flowers. As a result, he created a special garden filled with flowers to bring joy to her. Erwin sat Anna on his forearm in the garden, with her body resting on him. Anna rested her exhausted head on Erwin's neck. Anna was unable to support her own head.

“We’ll be back.” Without waiting for a response, I led Eleanor down the dimly lit hallway, away from the suffocating weight of Kate’s condition. Through the side doors, we stepped into the night, the cold air wrapping around us. I took her to the secret garden hidden behind the mansion, a place untouched by the world’s chaos. The soft glow of lanterns flickered against the wooden trellises wrapped in thick vines, their leaves casting shifting shadows across the mossy stone path. Roses in shades of crimson and ivory bloomed in tangled clusters, their scent thick and intoxicating. The fountain at the center trickled softly, its water reflecting the stars.

“You’re really here.” She moved through ruined shelves, roof missing, mold and burning paper scent heavy. In the children’s section, a worn blanket with faded stars. Knees gave out. Beside it, a battered Secret Garden lay facedown, underlined in blue ink. A pressed flower tucked inside — from her. From that spring afternoon years ago. She had teased Aria about it, tucked it in her hoodie. Aria kept it. Clutching the book, heart thundering, she whispered, “Please be okay. Please still be you.”

We reach over to where our cars are parked, I don't wait for Nikolai to open the door for me before I do that, we need to hurry and end this day, Nikolai makes his way to the driver seat and takes off. After about 35mins filled with empty thoughts and silence we arrived at the Volkov's Estate. The place is looking rich.Guards are stationed out at every corner of the house, the beauty of the house is there but nothing I've never seen We make our way to the doorstep and as we press the doorbell, the door opens, Valerius and Elara Volkov greet us with a chilling politeness. Isabella stands beside her father, in a soft blue dress. She is beautiful. Her dark hair cascades over her shoulders, and

"I can't do this." I ran out of the room, leaving him behind. I didn't know where I was going, but I knew I had to get away from this feeling before it consumed me. I ended up in a deserted garden, the cold air a stark contrast to the heat of the ballroom. I found a swing and sat down, hugging myself against the chill. That was when I heard a voice. "Hey, I heard you're Eavon's wife?"

Guy stood quietly outside his best friend’s tiny seed shed in the far‑west corner of the massive underground Garden. The shed crouched beneath a lattice of roots and stone, a secret stitched into the earth. He had not expected to find her here, tucked away where the Garden’s hum softened into a private pulse, but he had finally tracked her down.

I blinked, dragging myself back to the present. She was standing in the doorway of my office, wearing a tight black dress and too much perfume. The scent hit me before her words did — roses and alcohol, sharp enough to sting. I sneezed once, twice. Allergic. I used to think I hated the smell itself, but now I realize it’s because I was used to something softer — green tea and soap. Jo used to smell like that. By the time we walked into the conference room, the chatter stopped. Romano family investors, partners, lawyers — all waiting.